NaBloPoMo

Novemberlicious…

The first snow of the season is always a delight.

The one exception would be if you’re getting that Nor’easter that slaps the East Coast of the United States and Atlantic Canada. ‘Nuff said.

Here.

Today.

The last day of November.

On the Hump of Wednesday.

We’re getting that first dreamy snowfall.

This is a bundle of winter greens awaiting assembly with giant pine cones and stems of pretty silver balls into a fat, red pot by the front door. Can’t wait.

The Nearly Wild Rose in the back garden is nearly gone.

Last of the pumpkins sitting by the compost. Squatter’s rights.

The Pink Fairy Roses along the drive. They did really well their first year. The color!

Part of the new frontscape under snow. I like it!

And a good Hump Day to you all.

Thus endeth NaBloPoMo, 30 days of blogging in November!

I flit, I float, I fleetly flee…

Tomorrow is the last day of 30 days of blogging in November for NaBloPoMo on BlogHer.

I did it.

With enthusiasm, I did it.

For the third time, I did it.

I did it for November of 2010.

I did it for October of 2011.

As of posting tomorrow, I will have done it for November of 2011.

I done did it.

It’s challenging to blog every day each month. Like any other writing, the more you write, the more you write. It sharpens the skills and, hopefully, makes you a more consistent and better blogger.

That being said, I won’t be going down that road again.

Like Louisa in The Sound of Music, I flit, I float, I fleetly flee…

I won’t say never.

It’s possible I could blog every day another month, but I won’t be challenging myself to do so.

Why?

Because, as a blogger, I prefer a 5-day, M-F schedule. Saturday and Sunday, I want to direct my attention elsewhere.

I want to get out and smell the E.D. Smith strawberry jam exhaust wafting out of Winona, or the yeasty smell of Ace Bakery bread drifting out of the GTA (Greater Toronto Area). I want to bird watch, cat nap, read a book, burn a calorie.

You get the picture.

And, frankly, I don’t think the great swell of the Internet cares about weekend blog lite. Like Black Friday, I think they’re gone, baby gone — watching the bird, napping the cat, sniffing the air, burning a calorie…

If you haven’t signed on for a NaBloPoMo challenge, you might want to give it a try. The badge at the top of this post is a live link and will take you there.

I did it.

Well, as of posting tomorrow, I will have done it!

I can’t stop myself…

It’s the Friday after American Thanksgiving, aka Black Friday. You could throw a bowling ball through Blogland today and nobody would notice.

America is shopping — at the malls, on the intertoobs.

Canada, too. Oh, yes. We are.

Well, not me. I’m here posting for NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month). After today, five more days and counting!

We’re doing the More-Thanksgiving-Humor-Friday-Happy-Dance-of-JOY!!! today. FHDoJ concept by Author Lisa Kessler.

I can’t stop myself…

You Can’t Stuff This

I can see you *shimmying* through the intertoobs, Lisa!

For Writers ~ @ Nathan Bransford, Bransford’s Do You Suffer From One of These Writing Maladies? (Part II). Part I is here. I might suffer from one or two. Mebbe. Click on over.

More For Writers ~ @ Girlfriends Book Club, Thank you, Writing Gods by Author Maria Geraci. Geraci describes a typical writing day now… then, then, and then… Clickety, click.

Go on, Readers. You know you want to. Click, click, and click.

TGIF, baby!

“I got this,” it says…

As anyone every noticed how fast Friday rolls around?

Here it is.

Again.

Have you figured it out?

Yup.

I’m doing November NaBloPoMo, having just rolled off of the October challenge. This will make the third run at NaBloPoMo for me. The first time was November 2010. It took me a year to recover.

Not really. I’m just messing with you. It’s Friday.

Last November was a slam dunk. Last month was a slam dunk. And I’m planning on a slam dunk this month. All 30 days.

October felt like leap month. 31 days. I struggled with that last day.

Many of my colleagues are clicking the keyboard through NaNoWriMo in an attempt to birth a 50K word first draft this month. Click, clack, clack, click. Tear the hair out a lil’ bit and click some more.

Hear me cheer! Go, NaNoWriMo, go!! Click on the image, and it will take you there.

NaBloPoMo cranks out a daily writing prompt, which you may or may not choose to use. It’s optional. I’ve never used the prompt, but I like to check it out each day.

Today’s Prompt ~

Friday, November 4, 2011
When you are writing, do you prefer to use a pen or a computer?

For snorts & giggles, I’m just going to answer it.

I used to do about half my writing with a quill pen — seriously not that old — but with the advent of technologies like the AlphaSmart and fastforward to the mini notebooks, I pretty much do all my writing on a computer, for the same reason that I used shorthand. My handwriting cannot keep up with my brain.

Typing/keyboarding is a lot less stressful for me, because it’s quicker. And everything is so portable now. A mini fits right in my purse or backpack, right alongside the Kindle. Yes, I still use a backpack. A lot.

I just have to remember to get up and frolic about every hour on the hour, and look away from the screen frequently, lest my body goes into revolt and throws a clot or something.

That being said, I still keep a hunk of paper and a stubby pencil in the pocket, in the glove compartment, in the freezer (just kidding, mebbe) for that bit of dialogue or scene that shoots out of my brain, so that I don’t burst a blood vessel trying to remember it an hour later. My brain assures me it will remember.

“I got this,” it says.

“I swears!” its says.

But that is a total lie.

My brain is just playing with me.

Oh, and outlining. Outlining I have to do with pad and paper. And doodles. Lots of doodles.

Only one Friday Feed Find today. We’re only going to need one. This one.

For Nutella Lovers Everywhere ~ @ Inspired Taste, Joanne’s Nutella Bread Pudding. Mercy! If you click on nothing in my posts ever again, click on this. I’ve noticed that Inspired Taste has been trending in my posts. Must stop reading food blogs. Must. Stop. Me. Not you. Clickety, click, readers.

TGIF, baby!

Things that go bump…

From ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggety beasties and things that go bump in the night, Good Lord, deliver us! ~a Scottish prayer

I loved this Scottish prayer when I first used it back in 2008, and I love it now.

We’re as ready as we’re going to be for this year’s crop of ghoulies and ghosties.

Pumpkin Man has done his carving. We’ve got two little beauties this year, votive-tested and ready to boo ‘n howl.

The leaves have been falling from the trees all week, readying a good layer of crunch for the little tricksters. This morning, you could actually hear them dropping to the ground.

My neighbor is the King of Fright, and I am the Queen of Comfort.

We make a good team. He goes for the screams. I go for the giggles.

We settled for peanut-free treats this year of the sweet and savory varieties. I can only hope that they live up to their labeling.

FYI Mr. G, honey, I’ve got dibs on any leftover chip bags. I strive for transparency in a marriage. It’s a good thing.

For all you readers ghouls and gals this Monday, here’s a little Halloween earworm. You may thank me later.

YouTube Video: Spooky Scary Skeletons

Hello, Halloween Monday!

A grand All Hallow’s Eve to my friends who keep it!

P.S. Thus endeth 31 days of National Blog Posting Month, affectionately known as NaBloPoMo. I did it. Yeah, baby. That’s what I’m talking about.

Between seasons, lil’ bit…

This is a tragic weekend tale, so you may want to avert your eyes. Lil’ bit.

I expected Jack Frost to take out the impatiens, the tomato plants, and any other annuals we might have hanging around at this time of year, but I was surprised when it claimed the ornamental peppers as they are sold in my neck of Canadaland for autumnal arrangements, along with glorious mums and leafy, pink and green kale. Huh.

Our yummy, pink dahlia before Jack Frost ~

Our yummy, pink dahlia after Jack Frost ~

It was a hard frost. Even the organic mulch was not feeling Mama Nature’s love this morning.

Nor ~

Nor ~

Nor ~

These chicks are c-c-c-cold. This mulch is f-f-f-frozen.

I’m c-c-c-cold and f-f-f-frozen, and not nearly as good looking as these dudes in my yoga pants and socks, orange Tigger U t-shirt, pumpkin hoodie, and brown sweater jacket. A Northern Girl vision, that is what I am.

I’m comin’ for you, Jack.

Sunday is a s…low text day. I like to jump about and break out in song on Sunday.

After a shot of high octane. Mebbe.